Eddsworld Carrie AU

Chapter 1: Blood Sport

Loud chattering and shrieking laughter echoed off garrish blue tiles surrounding the locker room walls.
Teenage boys all gathered around a brown bench, sipping water and chatting after yet another crappy game of volleyball that left them all sweaty and tired.
As the boys calmly waited for their turn to shower, the conversation shifted focus from sports to what it always seemed to lead back to, Tord Hargensen, the group's ring leader, and most popular boy in the whole damn school.

Tord sure loved to talk about himself a lot, the only thing he loved more than talking about himself was hearing other people talk about, so pretty much every conversation with him in it was basically hijacked to be all about Tord.
Not that his friends minded though, Tord wws very good at keeping an audience, something about him just made people wanna sit down and listen to him talk, even if it was about the dumbest things imaginable, he managed to make it stick in the back of their minds with his natural charisma and captivating presence.
His thick norwegian accent was probably the only thing about him the boys didn't like, but even that didn't hinder his coolness since it tended to make all the girls weak in the knees, and getting girls was just about the most important thing in the boys lives at the time.

He sat in the middle of the bench proudly, like a king with his royal court, going on a gossipy tangent about how some random guy and some floozy girl who told him a crazy rumor most people didn't care about, but he described it with such conviction it made people really really wanna care.
Nobody knew why or how Tord became so popular so quickly, most of the boys couldn't even remember a time where he wasn't in charge.
Lots of boys would sell their souls to find out what that special secret ingredient was to become part of the in croed.
Maybe it was because he was rich, or maybe it was because of his confidence and sarcastic attitude, or most likely, it was because he looked like model out of a men's fashion magazine.
Tord had one of those bodies that you never really expect to look so good underneath his hoodie and jeans, but once you got it all off you could see he was actually quite toned and muscular for a biy his age.
No boy would ever admit it but secretly they were all just as image obsessed as the girls were, and their social heirachy favored the beautiful just as theirs did. Tord was just the kinda person that you know was gonna go somewhere, probably sell his soul and wind up as their new prime minister thirty years from now, so it was better to schmooze and get in his good graces now.

Right next to Tord, as he always was, was his best friend and personal side kick, Edd Snell, who was minding his own business and quietly sipping on a coke he snuck in his gym bag.
Edd wasn't nearly as attractive as the other popular kids, his face was a little bit too round and his body lacked the muscles that made Tord so beloved, but he made up for it with his sardonic and carefree personality.
The two boys were nearly inseperable, a fact Edd was not entirely happy with, but at the very least he wasn't a total clone copy cat like that dick Patryk Watson, or that weirdo Paul Talbot.
Edd didn't like to pass judgements on other people too much, he thought it made him sound a little bit too much like Tord, which was the absolute last thing he wanted to happen, but Paul and Patryk made it exceptionally difficult not too.

Pat had been the most recent addition to their little clique and Edd had been kicking himself over it ever since he joined.
If you can believe it, he actually used to be one of the kids Tord bullied in primary school, one of his biggest targets in both the literal figurative sense of the word.
He used to be quite the fat kid, so fat he earned himself the nickname Patty the fatty over winter break.
Then one day he just up and disappeared from school for a bit, until he came back the next year about a two hundred pounds lighter and a hundred times meaner.
He basically turned into a total douchebag over night, and the only things he cared to talk about anymore were baseball or playboy mags.
He even bought this stupid red new york yankees hat and adamantly refused to ever take it off.
Paul was a little bit more tolerable, but just barely, he was dumber than a sack of hammers and sharp as a circle.
He'd been smoking since they were preteens and his voice was really starting to show it as of late.
If Edd was told to spend five minutes with either of them alone or jump off a tall building, he'd do a god damn swan dive off a skyscraper just to avoid them.